Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Waiting for the Full Moon

Today is the day of the new moon, and it is overcast where I am. I am sorely missing the nights when I could walk outside, and not worry about being lost in the darkness for the light of the full moon above me.

Why are we so fascinated with the Moon? Back in the day before we could travel in outer space and use technology to uncover the secrets of the world around us, it was understandable: the Moon was a mysterious orb in the sky, and no one really understood its purpose other than it was what we could expect it to reflect the Sun's rays back to Earth and illuminate our night skies. It inspired a ridiculous amount of mythology for the ancients and today, it is still apart of our urban legends, despite the fact that we pretty much have all the facts and knowledge of it that we can really gather.

Obviously, as a writer and a lover of lore, I am obliged to write about the Moon.

Diana and the Hunt

Through the night, she passes, her glowing face mirrored in
starlight and celestial incandescence: she is the fierce, the wild,
the unnameable force that makes the water dance at her feet.
She is the dauntless nature that summons the tide.

Her cries are those when her face is fully shining and the wolves are her voice,
calling to their Sister to lead them into the night,
where prey and playmates come out to join them in their dance.
They are the lovers of joy and family, and she is their matriarch,
shooting fiery arrows through the night sky when the weather is warm,
to celebrate their fraternal bonds.

Dark comes a time, on every other fortnight, when she hides herself,
her shame at having let herself go too much,
indulged too abruptly in the splendors of the Earth below her.
But it is when the sullen lowing of her children breaks her heart,
a warding away of her solitude,
that she is coaxed back to us, back from the velvet void above us.

She dances above our heads, watching over us as an elder sister would,
guiding us through the shadows.
Diana waits and watches, arrow nocked and ready
to slay the beast that hunts her little friends.

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